Light-Years, a World Shaken

"Su Changqing, you're not dead?"

Saint Spirit Dao Ancestor's face was pale, fear gripping his heart. A moment more, and Su Changqing's terrifying gravity would have swallowed him.

In less than two hundred years, Su Changqing's Divine Body had expanded from twenty million zhang to one light-year, then collapsed from one light-year into a singularity ten thousand zhang across.

Who could survive that?

The near-boundless force of that collapse alone could have crushed any Chaos God-Fiend to death.

"Thank you all for guarding me while I cultivated." Su Changqing's gaze swept over them, calm and still, before settling on the Thousand Jun Dao Ancestor. That the Dao Ancestor had protected the beings of the Changqing Realm at the final moment was beyond what Su Changqing had expected.

Back in the Creation World, the Great Serpent Demon and the Emperor Heaven Dao Ancestor had stopped at nothing to cross the Death Abyss. Only the Thousand Jun Dao Ancestor had fought for the entire Creation World.

"Have you become a Three Revolutions God-Fiend?" The Thousand Jun Dao Ancestor studied Su Changqing's Divine Body and asked in puzzlement, "Records from the Creation Death Abyss say that every Three Revolutions God-Fiend can attain a God-fiend body on the scale of light-years."

The Thousand Jun Dao Ancestor was not the only one wondering.

Su Changqing's Divine Body was only around ten thousand zhang tall, roughly the stature of a Grand Luo Emperor.

"Three-Turn Gods and Demons are entirely different from Two Revolutions God-Fiends. You must forge your own path and pass through the ultimate boundary between life and death." Su Changqing looked at them and shook his head slightly. "Right now, I should be around 1.8 light-years."

He had devoured the Changqing Realm's sun, moon, stars, and countless galaxies, then obtained the five-colored Thunder Sea.